Goodwill is filled with little mysteries. This may also be filled with little mysteries, I didn’t have the courage to turn it upside down and shake it. I thought bugs might fall out or something. And then the cashier would get mad because I took the bugs out, and I’d have to pay for it, or sweep up the bugs, like they’re a feature or something.
Cupcake? Hamburger? Ashtray? Unholy hybrid of the three? Â We are unsure. I’m trying to rule out alien space cyst, but can’t quite. I think I saw one in Barlowe’s Guide to Extraterrestrials, but it was the size of aÂ hippopotamusÂ and somewhat sentient. This one’s a lot smaller. But the pox-like texture, no, they’re of a kin.
I think it’s leaking. Or erupting, volcano-style, like the sun setting behind the last of the Hawaiian islands, but covered in a thick layer of buttercream icing. Pass me a slice!
Remember, inside every cupcake is a heart of inky,Â impenetrable blackness. Be careful, because when you stare too long into the cupcakeburger, sometimes the cupcakeburger stares back.
Goodwill on 2222 and Lamar, Austin
2 Responses to “One of them there hamburgerpots”
I think it’s to contain the ashes of a relative you didn’t like much.
I’m with hotclaws on this one.